"Mom, don't worry, Ming Jing must be fine. Look, this is an announcement from Shenzhou Group's official website. It clearly says that Ming Jing is unharmed." Zhu Xiangxiang shows the phone to Lin Qing.
Lin Qing reads the text several times, back and forth, word by word. "I still can't let go of my worries. I'm her real mother, but she refuses to see me even once. How could she have such a hard heart?"
Zhu Xiangxiang grumbles internally, thinking it's because Ming Jing doesn't consider her as her real mother.
But, outwardly, she speaks in a gentle tone: "Ming Jing's status is different now. She's the president of the Jockey Club, a top figure in Jiangzhou. Didn't you see Mr. Shen and Madam Jiang attending her press conference the other day? It was so impressive. Perhaps you need to make an appointment to see her?"
"Can I be compared to those people? I'm her real mother!" Lin Qing repeats this same line every day, until Zhu Xiangxiang's ears are calloused from hearing it.